Serena Coady is a tiny marsupial and six-time divorcee who has written for some of Australia’s most beloved publications. In addition to her digital work at Cosmopolitan, ELLE, and Harper’s Bazaar, she has journeyed and freelanced through Asia and beyond.
In the process she learned just how vivid and mostly absurd life can be, which is more than her journalism degree ever taught her. She also learned the secret to eternal life, but that’s a tale for another time.
Do expect that tale to be behind a paywall. Ha! No, no, Luna won’t have paywalls. Also Buzzfeed and Dr. Oz are already in a bloody battle over the rights to her story on eternal life.
Raised in Australia’s Blue Mountains and in the bush capital of Canberra, Serena considers the outdoors to be her greatest love. Her compulsions include flying her drone, being a hog-like vegetarian, shitting upon the patriarchy, raging up mountains with a good podcast or ten and reggaeton dancing down ’em. She also loves buying plane tickets and road tripping every weekend that she can’t. Oh and fooling others into coming along, despite her having zero grasp on basic navigational principles.
Described as “underwhelmingly intense” and “ethnically confusing”, she hopes to inspire the imagination of others by documenting her take on travel and adventure. She also loves writing pop culture articles but since Nickleback surfaced in her Spotify “Top Recommendations For You” last week, she’s having grave doubts about whether she’s qualified to impart cultural advice. If anyone knows how Spotify algorithms work, speaketh.
Beyond Luna, Serena’s hopes are simple. She dreams of making it to Eurovision. As a spectator. You were thinking as an off-brand Orc rocker, weren’t you?
Anyway, enough of this speaking in third person business. More speaking in tongues, I say! Or in feverish mutterings. Like the format of this blog. Eh, you’ll enjoy yourself.
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